Starbucks, Unicorns, & Broken Dreams

The world is a dark and dreary place once more. For a short time, we lived amongst the unicorns and the world was a better place for it — or at least it seemed so in the happy updates I saw from so many of my friends showcasing the pink and blue sugary concoction that was the Unicorn Frappucino.

I blinked. My kid crossed her arms over her chest. The Husband, who had not been planning to get one (because he hates unicorns, obviously) looked at us, trying to determine just exactly how pissed off we were both going to be.

"Out? Like, Gone? Done? Unicorns don't exist anymore, and the world is a horrible and bleak place once again?"

My voice was shrill. The barista looked uncomfortable. I took pity on him. I used to be a waitress, after all. Don't shoot the messenger.

"It was crazy. We had people coming through the drive-thru ordering 12 at a time. So, yeah. It's gone."

As the door closed behind us, we heard the people at the counter getting their dreams crushed.

I wanted to turn back and hug them, to console them in their time of grief, so fresh that there would be no time to process their feelings.

I imagine they ordered their usual, probably crying on the inside as they sipped on what probably tasted like unicorns and broken dreams.

It's back to reality, Internet. I'll be testing out this Unicorn Frap copy cat recipe here in a few days. (Click here for all the copycat recipes. You'll be busy for weeks.) For now though, this is the face I make when fairy tales suck.

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